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The doctor was an elderly woman. At first, Deya decided that she was about a hundred years old: the old woman was hunched and moved slowly, leaning on a massive stick made of light, smooth wood. The woman’s gray transparent hair curled in thin braids almost to her knees, a silver fur cape rested on her shoulders, a bleached linen dress was hidden under it, the sleeves of which held silver bracelets on her wrists, on her legs were comfortable and soft fur boots, in which she stepped inaudibly, like a cat . The medicine man smelled of herbs and honey, and her knobby, rough fingers were soaked with decoctions. But when she came closer, the attentive eyes of a woman who was not at all old, but wise, looked inquisitively at the girl. The eyes were green, like those of many Markats, but very light, with a noticeable dark gray rim.

And the first thing she did was wave her hand to the bored Beria. And surprisingly, the man immediately understood what they wanted from him. He rolled his eyes a